My favorite thing at the cusp of a new season
is to listen to Vivaldi’s interpretation 
and let the musical pictures fill my mind
while looking out at my modern cirucumstances

It sends chills up my spine as I see and hear
similar scenes converge and my senses are overwhelmed
The birds outside are singing as the birds
in the music are chirping merrily

It makes me wonder where he was when he wrote
such a stunning work of art.
Was he inside at his desk, or was he out in a
field of flowers, birds, trees and bees?

As the music turns more frantic, the scene outside
my window is still serene, but I can still feel
the peace of the day, even in the active movement
of the exquisite musical masterpiece

I wonder if he knew that his creation
would be enjoyed for centuries to come
and bring peace to the hearts
of more people than can be counted.